Just when you think you have it all figured out
The confusion hits again
Like a 50 foot wave
Like an earthquake that brings down buildings
Like a man with a gun
We have to rebuild and rebuild
and rebuild
and rebuild
and rebuild
and rebuild
and...
There's nothing left to work with
And we are right at the beginning
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the lost
PoetryA book of poems for people just trying to find out who they are written by someone trying to find out who they are. Hopefully a story of growth and dreams.
